Newton Yet Mechanically Rolling Over In His Grave
"Spotlit center stage, today's modern physicist in the fashionable
Armani wardrobe incoherently presents his latest bestseller on 'bent space'
to a packed auditorium of wildly adoring morons."
-- zero scientific proof
beyond all Rational doubt
coherently presented in the latest bestseller
* * *
The universe reduced is merely space and one machine
comprising naught but tiny quantum particles discrete,
nonconscious force and matter bits true disinclined to lean
toward any "pregnant virgin," "god," or "holy ghost in sheet";
each physicist in being just a lump of universe
comprises naught but bitsy quantum particles and space,
like each Joe Blow an iamb mere in meters vast of verse
sans any wacky "soul" or weird "black hole" in uppercase;
a robot full unfree is he who slow evolved to feel
in bearing neural network chains enslaving him to pain,
complexities in quantum patterns cueing pain is real
despite an eyeless cosmic sweep and skull without a brain --
dissimilar to physicists -- and Joe -- in this respect,
each with a brain still in a brainless state of plain neglect.
* * *
a dedication of Respect
for
the ancient scientific method of Reason
in sharp contrast to
the modern physicist's leap of faith
a revolving helios sonnet menippean satire on
the idolatry of alphabet credentials
in lieu of Sound arguments
february, 2023 -- yet countless romantics and rhymesters still
flunking Physics I
(in addition to skipping astronomy class)
Copyright © James Starkey Iii | Year Posted 2023
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